I slump back in my chair and cross my arms, sighing heavily. He looks at me with condescending disappointment. I straighten my back and look at him wi...h a glare that reflects what I feel about him. A grin crosses his face as we pulled into a gas station. I didn’t even realize we had gotten off the highway. He says, ‘If you want anything to eat or have to use the restroom, do it now.’ We were at some run-down, nameless station in the middle of nowhere and he knows it. ‘Dirty bastard,’ I whisper. A low-pitched humming noise moments before the small bullet shaped vibrator was pushed directly against the hood of my clitorous. There was no foreplay, no teasing against my inner thigh, tracking slowly up towards my spot, just the instantaneous sensation of being taken from arousal to near orgasm within a split second. My reaction was totally uncontrollable. My body went rigid, straining the very limits of my bonds, my thighs cramping, my wrists & ankles burning, my back locking. I let out a. I have flashbacks, of someone special doing this to me in the past, when she started... teaching me about pleasure, and cummies, and secrets.As I pleasure myself I remember his body above me, my arms around his torso, accepting him between my legs, thrusting into me. I remember feeling so special, so safe, so loved... I remember crying out when he would cum inside me, feeling so happy I was able to do that for him. I remember him covering my mouth when I had a vocal cummie, so no one would. One minute till class started. And her pussy was now wet. She had played on Lush for some time, mostly with older guys. She took control of their sessions. She teased them and made them cum. They sent her pictures and poetry on her wall and told her how amazing she was. But Tom was different. He was bold and decisive. He took control like no guy she had met yet. The college boys were just that, boys who only wanted to get off and were clumsy and awkward. Ummm, wow. Uhhh, I gotta go,.